jonhanlan - Hello Poetry

All the soft astrologic The tight squeeze My brothers and foes Searching for you You used to look me in the soul We thought we would never pass We've danced, and cried Dined in the hills I'm a lone boy now Lost in arctic lows The lust to last centuries Villa heights and afterglow With sunny sailing I'm here, calling for you Torn and frayed, with blankets Resembling Bernini, teasing me Of my long, near-forgotten palace Where is home now, I ask I feel fearless, I am sorrowed Take me with you Teach me the way of your flight I can still hear the stadium chanting Make my stamp on this beauty land And seek refuge in the jewelry box As they cry my name to the heavens When it's real quiet, I can make out your whispers Humming in the ambience, so sweet I'll complete my mission, dear I promise I will make you smile & weep

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC

jonhanlan

I'm Here, Calling For You

All the soft astrologic The tight squeeze My brothers and foes Searching for you You used to look me in the soul We thought we would never pass We've danced, and cried Dined in the hills I'm a lone boy now Lost in arctic lows The lust to last centuries Villa heights and afterglow With sunny sailing I'm here, calling for you Torn and frayed, with blankets Resembling Bernini, teasing me Of my long, near-forgotten palace Where is home now, I ask I feel fearless, I am sorrowed Take me with you Teach me the way of your flight I can still hear the stadium chanting Make my stamp on this beauty land And seek refuge in the jewelry box As they cry my name to the heavens When it's real quiet, I can make out your whispers Humming in the ambience, so sweet I'll complete my mission, dear I promise I will make you smile & weep

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For some forgotten seafarer On a flaccid wreck somewhere I, too, am lost and shattered We’re both stranded, the hard concrete Made for our searching: in spite of all Silver crown, dubbed beauty We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce The cobwebs that lay huddled Was it you, to become me? Flew west to build a nest In the forests they’ll find me Wave goodbye to all you know A new face, on this painted white landscape Tiny miracles elusively overfull Ecstatic flight and fresh linens Beckon, home awaits Daisy inquiries Of eternal youth and temperate vigour

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC

jonhanlan

Lest Not Pass (Dove Pearls)

For some forgotten seafarer On a flaccid wreck somewhere I, too, am lost and shattered We’re both stranded, the hard concrete Made for our searching: in spite of all Silver crown, dubbed beauty We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce The cobwebs that lay huddled Was it you, to become me? Flew west to build a nest In the forests they’ll find me Wave goodbye to all you know A new face, on this painted white landscape Tiny miracles elusively overfull Ecstatic flight and fresh linens Beckon, home awaits Daisy inquiries Of eternal youth and temperate vigour

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Extractor of those awfully embedded times That traveling memory, hidden in the back of worn suitcases Brown leather and ties, like no remorse Those breaths imparted, w/ lasting glare The smoky windows in beat up wagons Split lips from the boys on back loan Wartimes, dragging utter sadness from the porch swing Lost a tooth, and that made it smooth Soothe the pain, w/ pints of tipsy water We watch the sunset, in the field next door Kissed & dangled, our bust behind us Tumbled in the meadow, w/ no one else around The boy I brought home is the same I fought Every night, we tossed and paddled Had I known, he would stay w/ me, forever The girls from Seventh Ave. tickled me W/ their stunty eyes and elongated dresses Wishing, for a moment, we were out: the kids, picnic party w/ the club Pa saw it in my eyes, the mailman and I Even at the table with the shipped ashes and ol’ rummy Playing hard to get with nothing but straight chaser The mirror became such ferment to my frame I began perturbing every milking like a daily lashing And soon protruded my perimeters into giant horned gnats Ground crackling and separated with ceaseless dust storms Divided, on the fence back in the meadows watching it rain afar In the familiar fields I laid, now a barbaric, decoded passing I walk to the cellars every now and again, with my badges Discreetly pacing the acreage, for a taste of interim regression Now with no bandages nor luggage to carry my born chores

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC

jonhanlan

Laid Back, On The Ranch

Extractor of those awfully embedded times That traveling memory, hidden in the back of worn suitcases Brown leather and ties, like no remorse Those breaths imparted, w/ lasting glare The smoky windows in beat up wagons Split lips from the boys on back loan Wartimes, dragging utter sadness from the porch swing Lost a tooth, and that made it smooth Soothe the pain, w/ pints of tipsy water We watch the sunset, in the field next door Kissed & dangled, our bust behind us Tumbled in the meadow, w/ no one else around The boy I brought home is the same I fought Every night, we tossed and paddled Had I known, he would stay w/ me, forever The girls from Seventh Ave. tickled me W/ their stunty eyes and elongated dresses Wishing, for a moment, we were out: the kids, picnic party w/ the club Pa saw it in my eyes, the mailman and I Even at the table with the shipped ashes and ol’ rummy Playing hard to get with nothing but straight chaser The mirror became such ferment to my frame I began perturbing every milking like a daily lashing And soon protruded my perimeters into giant horned gnats Ground crackling and separated with ceaseless dust storms Divided, on the fence back in the meadows watching it rain afar In the familiar fields I laid, now a barbaric, decoded passing I walk to the cellars every now and again, with my badges Discreetly pacing the acreage, for a taste of interim regression Now with no bandages nor luggage to carry my born chores

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Your sweet touch, that I never had Those eyes were incredible You moaned & I wallowed in your cozy molecular vibes Vivid delight, we slumbered under night skies Above our heads, that dark oracle The elevation pinnacle, mountain high Our brilliance mingles, marvellous tides We tango’d until the morning light Moonlight struck again & that was it That irreplaceable clash of light & revery Face of Anodis, form of a deity That candlewick scent, sonata romance Golden allure, overflowing dance of shine Hot poolside loving, dainty Aroma! The bouquet of fragrance Elegant, cedar wood musk ripples the air Your cozy temper, suave features Perfection, stylish as ever Free waters, blessed & saintly perfume We walked along the very edge As if cheated, or meant to be Mother’s arms, wrapped neat Warmth surrounds, astonishing rapture Taken away, blissful breaths Transported to another land Thee, queen of divinity, and our life once new Gentle hold, soft spoken exchange Be mine, yours truly You whisper in my earlobe, “I’m yours, darling."

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC

jonhanlan

Connie

Your sweet touch, that I never had Those eyes were incredible You moaned & I wallowed in your cozy molecular vibes Vivid delight, we slumbered under night skies Above our heads, that dark oracle The elevation pinnacle, mountain high Our brilliance mingles, marvellous tides We tango’d until the morning light Moonlight struck again & that was it That irreplaceable clash of light & revery Face of Anodis, form of a deity That candlewick scent, sonata romance Golden allure, overflowing dance of shine Hot poolside loving, dainty Aroma! The bouquet of fragrance Elegant, cedar wood musk ripples the air Your cozy temper, suave features Perfection, stylish as ever Free waters, blessed & saintly perfume We walked along the very edge As if cheated, or meant to be Mother’s arms, wrapped neat Warmth surrounds, astonishing rapture Taken away, blissful breaths Transported to another land Thee, queen of divinity, and our life once new Gentle hold, soft spoken exchange Be mine, yours truly You whisper in my earlobe, “I’m yours, darling."

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